30 Day Photo Challenge

Because I've been such an absentee blogger, I've decided to do a little "challenge", hopefully this will get me back to blogging. :) This is a little hard to read on here, but oh well...... here goes!

Maybe I do want a baby. A warm, sweet smelling, tiny toed baby. But I can't think about it for too long.... if I do, I feel left behind. Empty. Lonely.
Its almost like I miss something, someone, that I've never met. Strange.

I'm tired of being the only couple at the table that doesn't have the title "parents".

I love this quote:

A happy marriage is a long conversation which always seems too short.
-Andre Maurois

This month we will celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary. Five years, already?!? It's hard to believe - it feels like yesterday! I still have to pinch myself to see if this is all just a dream. And if it is a dream, I never want to wake up. I'm still so head over heels for him. He gives me butterflies.




A happy marriage is a long conversation which always seems too short. Andre Maurois

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A happy marriage is a long conversation which always seems too short.
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Quotations by Andre Maurois

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it's a new day!

So long 2010, HELLO 2011!

I know I'm a week late on "ringing in" the new year, but seeing as how I'm always late for everything, it seems fitting.

So, here's a very short 2010 recap (the first things that come to my mind):

I started a blog. Shoveled snow. Re-vamped my guest bathroom. Made home made bread. Became a huge fan of cooking. Started collecting recipes. Used the grill for the first time by myself. Had a "Goodwill Fashion Show". Watched with pride (and teary eyes) as my nephew Graduated high school. Had my best friend (my sister) move to Germany. Hosted a party. Took my 82 year old Grandmother to D.C. (her first time ever). Laid in bed laughing with my husband, a lot. Hiked. Drank a lot of really good wine. Ran around the front yard catching lightening bugs with my true love. Kissed under fireworks. Lost 27 lbs. Zumba-ed (how do you make that past tense?). Upgraded my cell phone. Drank a lot, and I do mean A LOT, of coffee. Cried. Laughed. Had a stomach virus. Fell in love with Edward (from Twilight saga) again. Held a new born baby boy (and fell in love). Shopped more than I should have. Aided in making my nephew a coffee-addict. Contemplated leaving my job. Missed my sister. Wore my warm hat from Germany with pride. Gossiped. Sang in the car. Took a lot of pictures. Smiled. Felt sorry for myself. Felt lonely. Felt safe. Felt lost. Felt angry. Felt Jealous. Felt loved. Felt blessed. Felt scared. Felt ridiculously happy. Rang in the new year at home, with my love, watching fireworks from the ski resort, happy/warm/and together.

I don't have resolutions for this year, and I'm okay with that. Actually, I'm more than "okay" with that. I'm excited to not have expectations this year.

Happy 2011!

my life recently has been:

baby showers, baby pictures, baby-to-be announcements, baby well child appointments at work, baby shopping, baby gossiping, answering the baby question that I detest, baby carrots for lunch, more baby talk from friends, more baby shopping, looking at baby-belly pictures on facebook, helping pick out middle name for friends baby, more baby shopping, baby corn in my salad, guess who's having a baby gossip...

sign from God or biological clock refusing to be snoozed?

I have been absent from blogging. I'd like to say I've been overwhelmingly busy and doing all different varieties of awesomeness, but no... I've just been doing the same old same. But, I did make homemade cinnamon bread. Like for real homemade bread, with the yeast and the rising and the goopy goop on my hands that I typically detest. I felt like Laura Ingalls Wilder or at least like Melissa Gilbert before her battle with drugs and alcohol & plastic surgery. Anyway, it was so nice to create something that tasted good and made my house smell like Panera! And when it was done, I exclaimed with glee: I DID IT!!
We had a slice for breakfast. With our coffee. And a couple of slices of turkey bacon (and the pup had bacon, too, because even though she bites and barks nonstop at things that we can't even see, she's a good dog). I'm on a roll with my baking/cooking/pretending to be a good little kitchen witch.
I enjoy busying myself in the kitchen. And I adore watching the man that I love taste-test my cooking. It makes me feel like a good wifey to be able to prepare something tasty for my hubby.

kiss the cook!

It's been a little while since my last blog. (haha, sounds like I'm preparing for confession!)

Since my last blog, I've started a new tradition of making something homemade every Sunday. Trying to be more homemakery.

The first Sunday I started was after my last blog (7/25), and I made Pork Chops with peach salsa (SO YUMMY and I'll DEFINITELY make it again). My husband went back for seconds BEFORE I even got half way threw my dinner. We ate on the front porch, at our little table. With good conversation and a good glass of wine. Happiness! The hubs kept saying "this is like something we'd order at a restaurant! it's so good baby!!"
Since then, I've made: French toast (on 8/1); Ham and Cheese Omelets (8/8); Turkey Chimichangas (8/12; not a Sunday); homemade Pumpkin chocolate chip muffins (8/15, YUM); Homemade mac & cheese (8/18; not a Sunday); and homemade Strawberry Muffins with homemade Strawberry Butter (8/22).

I think my hubby is liking my new little tradition. And surprisingly enough, I LOVE it. I love chopping, mixing, measuring... I really like being in the kitchen. I've been doing all of my thinking in the kitchen lately. And I've had a lot to think about.